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Two Lone Ones

Two lone ones in the night of the city
Walk the streets with so fragile steps
man and a woman, who have been led by wrong stars
The heart of them both is [bad word] 
They happen to be at the same long taxi line
And soon they're like old friends

And they tell their stories
To each other in turn
How the streets of the [bad word] land
Had taken them astray
Still the wounds hurt
From the shards of the past
When you can endure that pain
You can break the doors of love

Two lone ones in the night of the city
Both of them go their own ways
When for a moment they shared a similar fate
Scarred souls are full of peace
Maybe time will again lead to the same taxi line
And they'll be more than two friends

And they tell their stories to each other in turn…